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WHO: Saul Goodman & OPEN to whoever shows up for Thanksgiving — feel free to assume your character would have been invited if they're friendly with Saul! Bringing food is not a requirement, but Saul would welcome it nonetheless. as long as it's not laced with ricin
WHERE: Heropa, #012
WHEN: November 27
WHAT: Nothing says Thanksgiving like food, family, and fights! Consider this a mingle log.
WARNINGS: None yet, but who knows.

[For some reason, Saul decided that he wanted to host a proper Thanksgiving this year. Something about a sense of community, something about the f-words (friends? family? feelings??), something about being thankful for things turning out okay in this world — all that shit.

Maybe he's feeling a little sentimental. What of it?

The house is slightly more festive-looking than usual, with the kitchen being the epicenter of it all: autumnal and harvest decorations abound, right down to decorative squash in a bowl and autumn-colored candles in fancy holders. It stretches to the backyard, too, where Saul's set up the giant turkey fryer. There's a little leafy wreath adorning his beloved grill and a paper turkey chilling on the sliding door that leads to the yard, whose feet swing every time someone opens or shuts it — and then there's the long table set up near the pool (which is open to anyone who'd like a swim), covered in a maroon tablecloth and simple place settings with a flowery, harvesty centerpiece.

There are some appetizers set out on the kitchen table in the form of cheese, meat, and fruit platters, and all the booze is out in a big cooler in the yard. Non-alcoholic beverages can be found in the fridge, and Saul is sure to tell anyone who shows up to help themselves to anything, but don't go near the fryer or touch the oven. He means it.

If anyone needs him, he'll be found flitting around until dinner is ready in his very festive apron. Otherwise, he assumes people are either going to park themselves in the living room to watch football (or whatever) or mingle until dinner is ready.

And he hopes, hopes, hopes to God that everyone plays nice.]

Comments

open!

[immigrantpunk]

a.
[Jayden will never be able to get over the novelty of weather so warm on Thanksgiving you can use a pool. Hence why he's stripped down to swim trunks and is currently cannonballing into the pool. SOMEONE JOIN HIM, SUCKERS.]

b.
[You'd think he's learned his lesson about underage drinking, but that's totally not the case. He can be seen skulking around the beer cooler, ready to strike and snatch himself something when no adult is looking.]

c.
[Maybe Saul warned everyone to stay away from the deep fryer, but curiosity killed the Russian kid. He pokes around the thing, trying to figure out what it is all about. THIS CUSTOM IS FOREIGN TO HIM.]

oh man, uh, option 2.

[goldenlegacy]

[Well, Jayden may be looking for beer, but Giorno's already carrying wine because fuck the law. So, picture him, coolly leaning against a wall, just out of sight... watching Jayden skulk for a moment or two before popping his head into the open with a sudden...]

Why don't you just take one?

ugh sorry, holiday insanity took over

[immigrantpunk]

[Whoa, that was a really abrupt entrance. Jayden is momentarily distracted by the strange bits of hair he has in the front.]

Uh, I think Saul and Freddie are still kinda sore about... stuff.

[Sure notices the wine in your hand, though.]

You won't tell them, will you?

Re: ugh sorry, holiday insanity took over

[goldenlegacy]

[He waves his hand a little.]

Of course not. The drinking age is far too high in the United States.

[...although the lower driving age almost makes up for it. ALMOST.]

Anyway, why concern yourself with the whims of others. Do as you like.

[immigrantpunk]

[Oh, thank God. Jayden makes a grab for the first can of beer and cracks it open. After a good gulp, he shrugs.]

I dunno, it's kind of a sore subject around here lately.

[Roofies causes so much concern, who knew.]

[goldenlegacy]

Don't be confined by the rules of others. It's a sure route to frustration and dissatisfaction in life!

[Said with the customary flare. Giorno then glances around.]

That said, perhaps we should get out of the area of the cooler.

I don't want you to get grounded.

[immigrantpunk]

[...]

Right.

[This Italian kid is really weird. He takes another swig of beer and snorts.]

I can't get grounded. No one here is my mom.

[Still, he does start wandering away from the cooler.]

[goldenlegacy]

Are you sure everyone here is aware that they aren't your mother?

[Metaphorically speaking. He wanders in a similar direction, rather casually.]

How old are you, anyway?

[Come to think of it, he has no idea.]

[immigrantpunk]

[Jayden chooses not to answer that question because he honestly isn't sure. Freddie and Saul do tend to act parental toward him. Instead of grounding him, he might just get drugged again, though.]

Seventeen. You?

[goldenlegacy]

Fifteen.

[He says and then sips wine from a wine glass.]

[HE SAYS, AND THEN SIPS WINE. FROM A WINE GLASS.]

[immigrantpunk]

[Huh. Guess teens gotta grow up fast in Italy or something.]

...It's Italy you're from, right?

[With a name like Giorno Giovanna and an accent like that, it seems kind of obvious, but he doesn't want to assume.]

[goldenlegacy]

Mmm, mostly.

[ah but where to hide Jayden so that he doesn't get... whatever. yelled at or something. Giorno glances around.]

I've lived in Italy since I was four years old, so I may as well be "from" Italy, yes. But I wasn't born there.

I am a man of many nations!

[immigrantpunk]

Oh, no kidding, me too. Well, I've lived in America since I was four.

[He takes a casual swig of beer and tries to steer Giorno to the far corner of the backyard by the pool. It's a decent enough hiding spot. He goes oh there to smoke weed on occasion.]

Where were you born?

[goldenlegacy]

[Works for him. Off to the far corner!]

Mmm. Japan.

At least, I'm pretty sure. That's where I was until we moved.

My mother used to travel a lot before she had me, so she probably met my father in... Egypt.

[immigrantpunk]

Oh, no shit. That's pretty cool.

[He can't think of anything else to say, so he takes another swig of beer then sets it down on a patio table. He fishes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He sticks one in his mouth and nods ti Giorno.]

You want one?

[goldenlegacy]

As I said, my friend, I am a man of many nations.

[And then he looks at that pack of cigarettes.]

[And looks at them.]

[And frowns.]

I'm also a man of exceptional personal habits.

Don't you know cigarettes cause cancer?

[immigrantpunk]

[Oh, lord. SIGH.]

I'll take that as a no.

[Away go the cigarettes, and he lights up. Okay with underage drinking but not okay with underage smoking. Okay. Probably not a good idea to ask if he wants to share a joint later. Noted.]

c

[tooscience]

[SURPRISE DINOSAUR! Actually H'ssssk just trots up and peers over the boy's shoulder.]

Planning on cooking something, mammal?

YESSSSSSS FINALLY, sorry for the delay, the holidays ate me

[immigrantpunk]

[HOLY SHIT Jayden nearly jumps out of his skin. He's spent the last couple months trying not to make eye contact with him.]

N-no! Uh. I mean. I think Saul's gonna deep fry the turkey in this thing.

[Oh God your teeth are super sharp...]

♥

[tooscience]

[To be honest H'ssssk wouldn't notice if anyone was avoiding him or not. He barely pays attention to his roommates unless he wants something.]

Deep fried turkey? This is why you mammals are fat.

[Sharp teeth. All the better to rip flesh with.]

[immigrantpunk]

[Jayden isn't fat, thank you very much. He's got washboard abs and toned biceps and all that stuff from playing soccer. ....He probably looks like nice succulent meat, to be honest.]

I've never had it. I guess it's a southern thing?

[Saul's from the south, right? South and... west a little. Where's Arizona again?]

[tooscience]

[It's a good thing he's well fed, or he'd probably consider eating a few people.]

Why are you asking me? I'm not some mammal.

[He looks from the deep fryer to Jayden and back.]

You should try and fry something.

[immigrantpunk]

...So you don't have the South in— [Don't say Jurassic Park, don't say Jurassic Park.] Wherever you're from?

And I can't. Saul said not to touch it.

[tooscience]

There's a south, there's always a south! That doesn't change the fact that I'm still not some smelly mammal.

[Not a mammal means he really has no clue if it's a south thing or not. He doesn't do food research.]

And you listen to everything he says?

[Come on, touch it.]

[immigrantpunk]

Really? What's... your world like?

[He can't tell if he really wants to know, since he's not sure if "smelly mammal" is an insult or just how dinos roll.]

...No.

[But he would listen to Saul sooner than a man-eating reptile.]